"The boys raise hell all night, an' then come ter me ter straighten it out in the mawnin'.

When did ye git in ?" "An hour ago; had to wake the 'chink' up to get any chuck.

Town looks dead." "Tain't over lively at this time o' day," permitting his blue eyes to wander up the silent street, but instantly bringing them back to Keith's face, "but I reckon it'll wake up later on." He stood squarely on both feet, and one hand rested on the butt of a revolver.

Keith noticed this, wondering vaguely.
"I reckon yer know, Jack, as how I ginerally git what I goes after," said the slow, drawling voice, "an' that I draw 'bout as quick as any o' the boys.

They tell me yo're a gun-fighter, but it won't do ye no good ter make a play yere, fer one o' us is sure to git yer--do yer sabe ?" "Get me ?" Keith's voice and face expressed astonishment, but not a muscle of his body moved.